Week 11, Sem 2
I’m tired again.
Looking back on today, it’s unclear how much I’ve actually done, or how much I’ve achieved. I guess I got a good eight hours. Had a slow morning. Had the group assignment meeting, prepped for my 4:15 class, had my lecture. It was good… non-existent oil tankers make for a great story. All up, about 5 hours of work, give or take.
I’ve got class tomorrow at 9. The plan was to prepare for it and do the readings tonight. Sure, the original plan was to get that done at uni and then go home. But what’s the difference… I could just do it at home.
The tram takes about 25 minutes. I could do the reading I had planned. No… I get headaches when I read in moving vehicles. Plus, I’ve been listening to this band I haven’t listened to in a year. I forgot I liked them. I forgot about them. Damn… “Love Like Blood” is an amazing song.
My housemate has friends over when I get home. No worries. I’ll hang out with them, have a beer and a cigarette, and go do my readings. I do like talking to them though. But I shouldn’t drink anymore… I’ve got work to do. Just another cigarette. It’s from a friend… doesn’t count as spending money.
Other friend wants to walk to BWS. Absolutely. He’s been having a really tough time with his family. Listen to him. He needs to vent, and you need to get some perspective on what real problems look like. You’re in a good spot, remember? Listen to what’s going on with his parents. You think your concerns are hurting you? Imagine doing what he does. Keep your eyes open to how bad things can get. I’ll definitely do that work when we get back.
The back gate’s open. That’s good material for a joke to start the conversation back up. I haven’t seen these people in a really long time. I haven’t stayed in touch since they moved away earlier this year. I should’ve done that. But work and uni has been in the way. I’ll make sure to do that. I do need to get out of this conversation though. This prep work needs to get done for tomorrow, and I want to go to sleep at a normal time.
Still, that’s no guarantee of a good night’s sleep. It might take hours to get to sleep once I’m in bed. I can just stay up. It’s effectively the same. Great. That’s a couple more hours you have to do this work.
Housemate goes to bed. Maybe a sign I should get on with it. Oh but no… she just has an uncharacteristically early appointment tomorrow. I think it’s at 7. She has to wake up really early. I don’t need to wake up till about 8 anyway, so I guess I have a few more hours before I need to call it quits. Still got a little while to do that work.
A few more people file out. It’s just me and other friend. He’s going home. It’s 10:30 pm. Oh jeez… that is late. If I start my readings now I might fall asleep during. Fuck. I need to do them though. Shit. It’s going to take me hours. I won’t get to bed till about 2. Earliest. Maybe I shouldn’t. If I go to bed now I could still get some decent sleep. Not sure, though.
And why am I tired again? It’s only 11:30, and it’s unclear how much I’ve actually done. I got a good eight hours last night. Had a slow morning… had the group assignment meeting, prepped for my 4:15 class, had the lecture. It was good… non-existent oil tankers make for a decent story. Actually, the friends found it funny when I told them. It’s nice when friends actually find law stuff funny. All up, about 5 hours work, give or take. I’ve got class tomorrow at 9…